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The Book of James (Edited) (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

The Book of James (Edited)
(Dedicated to James Ludeau III)


Chapter 39
James is here
1As the story continued, James had found himself living a life that felt much like that of Saul, but little did he know that he would become Paul, a light to a misguided people. 2 While wading through the pools of darkness, he had no idea what he was searching for, but he was there. Waiting for something… someone. 3 His lantern wasn’t his lantern. He wasn’t sure where he had gotten it from. It just appeared. 4 Here James was. 5 There were thirty-eight chapters previously you missed. But here He was. Here He is.
James and the Lantern
6 “Help!” a child was drowning in the darkness. He was losing breath, gargling in the darkness. 7“Where are you?” James yelled towards the voice but couldn’t see anything. 8 There were sounds. Sounds he recognized, but he didn’t know why. 9 James swung the lantern around the darkness. 10 “Help!” the child’s voice grew faint. 11 James struggled within his mind to place himse…

The Summer of Your Skin (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette,LA)

i've got my music on
i've got a glass full of gin
i've got my clothes off
and i'm looking to sin
my god i feel in in the air
that electricity when you walk in the door
just wanna lay it all out of the line
just wanna make your love mine
and when i'm pinned down on the bed
and you take residency of my head
i feel alive
i feel free
i feel like the only thing i want to give is a fuck
as dirty and nasty as it is pure and beautiful
we merge
we emerge
changed
deranged
walking through the city streets
your hand in mine
feeling whole
like home
you baptize me with your tongue
kissing me hard in the pouring rain
you like it insane
i close my eyes
and the rain washes over me
cleanses me
our clothes are soaked and stick to us
in my mind i know that sometimes love is not enough
so i'm trying to have fun with this
but it's like an addiction
like a drug
it gets me high
and you tell me stories of love and drugs
between kisses and hugs
wasn't born to break
but sometimes it's too much to take
this love f…

High Road (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

My high road leads to ...         

                                           LOVE
                                  that’s the center
                                       of my universe
                                                                             ...not another human being.




Three Signs Align (Kisha Faye Kana~Catahoula, LA

When I’m at war
I look for the shining star

The one with light so bright
It guides me in the night

Some say that things come with time
That life has no rhythm. No rhyme.

Unbeknown to some
No need to look, the answers come

I just look for the thrice sign
It will always align

For I hadn’t sought
Only formed a thought

The universe guided me
With what my mind is open enough to see

My Sanctuary (CJ Avory-Lafyette, LA)

In between the world and my sanctuary I get stuck in traffic. Just want to hear you call me baby. Just want to know you still exist and that nothing has come between you and me in the last couple of hours…
but space and time. Nothing else can separate us. I don’t like to make things too simple. I don’t tend to ignore the more symbolic emotions. Nothing is taken lightly. You are more to me than a lover.
I want a full heart from you…a full mind filled with ideas and poetry and art and arguments and understanding. With you. In between the world and my sanctuary I get lonely. Mostly because I forget that I’m not alone. I listen and sing along with my poets on disk. Sit there and remember where I was and recognize where I am. What I had and what I have. And I have to smile. Even with tears in my eyes. In between the world and my sanctuary I am compelled to make myself available and open for people who have no sanctuary of their own. It complicates life, but gives me a purpose. I’m not just f…

Second Class Citizen (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I pledge allegiance to the United States
The place that has led me to feel like
A second class citizen

Sisters are fighting wars “there”
Just to return, not treated like women, but instead like
A second class citizen

Brothers are fighting to love “here”
For a legal piece of paper that doesn’t even say, “I love you”
A second class citizen

Second class citizens
That vote like we should

Second class citizens
That (for the most part) obey laws

We’re second-rate currencies
So our tax money shouldn’t be good here

Your Love Was The Bullet, I Was The Target (by James Leland Ludeau III - Lafayette,LA)

your love was the bullet
i was the target
and anything that got in our way
was sure to be killed...
you know it ain't easy
for your love to leave me
a hole in my heart
blowing me apart
there are no words to describe it
the feeling of shards of glass digging into the muscle of my heart
knocking the wind out of me
you were so long gone
but you were my lifeline
but if you come looking for a hard time
they're never hard to find
and i was addicted to the pain
your love was a revolver
and at least i'd die happy
i bled our love out
til there was nothing left to hold onto
limp
lifeless
and as i gasped for my last breath
i realized it was all my own doing

Mosquitos (Samuel Jones - Bastrop, La)

Rushing water
And endless floods
Used to mean ...
 You and me:

Flowing emotions,
Fast moving passion,
And the knowledge
That we run so deep.

I could see it
In your eyes. Though,
You were smiling.
Why were you so afraid?

I would ask you,
And you would reply
Stick by stick
By stick.

I noticed the dam,
But still you smiled
Stick by stick
By stick

The water has stopped
And I feel it no more.
I've been standing here for
Far too long.

And then there's a slap—
A mosquito trap.

But now I notice the swarm

Holy Ground (James Leland Ledeau ~Lafayette LA)

chatted with you online forever never thinking it would go anywhere
just the usual all talk business of online encounters
met you after seeing Madonna in concert...
felt so alive and inspired and free
the smell of New Orleans around us
your arms around my waist
so tall i had to look up
in disbelief that you were cuter than i even imagined
the humidity hung with its thick,
consuming moisture
dampening the crumbling architecture
the balcony we stood on seemed to be hanging on for its life
hoping not to break away from the decaying brick
it was a weird kind of night
a full moon rising from the warm river
yet a cold breeze whipped the leaves into a frenzy
it was fall
i fell
those kisses lasted forever
drunk on gin
drunker on you
you have a smile that wins me over
tall and dark and inviting and kind
you came off as a little shy
and you seemed relieved that i wasn't
i don't remember anything about that night but the kisses
and time passed
it passed by in a way that sort of escape…

Saints Hanging Around My Neck (James Leland Ledeau~Lafayette, LA)

denim wrapped around my torso
saints hanging around my neck
like they're hanging onto the stars tattooed around them...
hoping to take flight
and like a shooting star i've lived my life
like a bright flash
constantly on the move
but i'm ready to slow it down a bit
and my furry smile hides so many secrets
but i'll let you in on one of them
that i'm happy
that i'm finally real
i let go
jumped
i'm taking chances
i've always thought of myself as a collaboration
i identify with cowboys
with the leather and the smell and the wildness
the riding into sunsets inhaling dust
the feel of the saddle
treading a path of your own
independence
i identify with rock stars
leather and skulls and a fuck it attitude
living out loud and out of bounds
rebellious
i identify with hippies
independent thinkers
leather and feathers
complete freedom
i identify with Catholicism
doctrines and dogmas
saints and sinners
frankincense and myrrh
prayers and stained glass
I'm a combina…

Broken Hymns (James Leland Ludeau III~Lafayette,LA)

my broken hymns
drowned in gin
led me to sin
i was singing for your love from the depths of my soul
to have and to hold
i crawled on the ground seeking your attention
knees bloodied
my heart racing
between the horses of lust and love
i was trampled underfoot
pride vs. shame
i wore your love like a crown of thorns digging into my skin
causing pain
but redemptive
you were the most beautiful creature i'd ever seen
made my baths feel like holy water
i was baptized by your loving
waking up in dirty sheets
the result of a love that was real
on my part listen closely
as i testify tell you how you made my body feel
like a thief you stole all the good in me
but you loved my imperfections
fucking in waves like the ocean
sweating out last night's sin
and your skin tasted like salty gin
you smelled like leather and sweat
loving you was like church for me
powerful
mysterious
full of rules i just didn't understand
but i blindly followed in faith
because y…

I Wish I Could Start Over (Louis Toliver Jr Swartz, LA)

To all things I said “yes’ to, now, that’s “no” And to the things I said “no” to, probably “yes”
I had said yes to our love when I met you I should have said no until you knew me
And this would have been to protect to you From what happens when I eat Adam’s poisoned apple
It’s difficult to watch your loved one do things purely And you can’t do those same things, cause of the poison
You wish you could so badly give your lover the pleasures he deserves Like others can, unless you really have LOVE, that true pleasure
All my lover has to do is offer me an antidote for life dissatisfaction I would thank my lover, but I may never get the chance again
Its all fun and games when you think your playing Monopoly But in the real game of Life, you can’t pass GO more than once.

Something Real (Samuel Jones-Bastrop, LA)

Tell me something real.
Something messy and sloppy.
Something stuck beneath my nails
Because I handled the truth.

If placed upon paper
It leaves a greasy, smudgy reminder.

If left in the palate
It stains it a different hue.

Just tell me something real.
Something unsanitized and dirty.
With a sticky, smelly truth
At least I know when it is present.

Love Casket (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

“Is she said dead?” He asked

HER
I have never had a family unit
That has come to understand me
As a teenager, I ran away to be free
I sacrificed rejection to live happily
But when I loved out of foolishness
Jumping back into rejection full-heartedly
Where many others were waiting readily

“She’s been beaten bad. I can’t see her noise.” The other guy said

HER
My love casket held my leftover waste
My body, accepted the earth, lifelessly
Except, no one whispers that I’m chaste

“No just raped violently.” The other guy said. “Another one dead”

Death is a Coward (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

Death is a coward
It’s a manipulative beast
it’s a gatekeeper...
Convincing people that
It’s the end of spiritual life

What arrogance!

Death is but an obstacle
Exaggerated by fear
So be careful,
You may not like what you see
When Death opens your gate

What chaos!

I wouldn’t rush Death’s cowardice
Spiritual Order can only beat it
Once you stare at death
Fearlessly cloaked with enlightenment
You realize Death is like a gnat

Sacred Heart (James Leland Ludeau III - Lafayette, La)

Jesus' sacred heart lives on through me
created in His image
I'm beautiful and flawed...
I stumble
I fall
I crumble
I stall
But yet i feel loved
not judged
and when i can't sleep at night
He comes into my room and soothes me
He holds me in his soft but powerful palms
This fire that burns in my soul
This inspiration i have
This desire i have to share and to grow and to learn
It's His spirit in me
When i fall to my knees to try to wrap my mind around his Almighty love
when i smile for seemingly no reason
It's His love that's in my heart
And when i close my eyes and feel that intangible magic in the air
It's His aura
Blessed Be He
who teaches me to love and to forgive
and to not give up

Just A Perfect Night (James Leland Ludeau III- Lafayette,LA)

Standing in the middle of the kitchen
watching you move in the refrigerator light
glowing...
after another one of our love fests
I just want to follow the sweat as it falls down your spine
to treasures that await me
Drenched
Quenched
Feeding our appetites in so many ways
And you always leave me starving
yet full
and i find a tshirt i left here long ago
and i know you think about me
and i know it's become real
and without you i may be ok but i'm not fine at all
there is magic in your touch
and future in your kiss
strength in your hold
eternity awaiting in your eyes
my greatest fear is getting lost in translation
of coming off as asking too much of you
is everything too much?
I have no problem getting lost in you at all
consume me
like these autumn leaves we are falling into place
you and i are pieces of a puzzle
and it fits and it's real
and you hold onto my old tshirt when i'm not here
because it holds my scent
and it makes you feel close to me
and to feel you all i h…

The Cave (Ingrid Kerr~Leesville, LA)

She and I are riding in a car together. She is wearing a light pink bikini and she has a pregnant lady’s belly. She is driving, but the steering wheel is on the right and I am a passenger on the left. We have agreed to travel to a hot springs spot in the country. After riding for a while, we come to a toll bridge but instead of each lane stretching by a booth with an attendant to accept the toll, each lane ends at a different type of fast food restaurant. There are a couple burger joints, a pizza place and one fast food place I’d never seen or heard of before. She knows which type of fast food she wants, but I can’t make up my mind, so I get out of the car and tell her that I’ll catch up with her later. Somehow I know the last restaurant is a mixture... of all the other fast food places and all of a sudden my decision isn’t so hard, and I choose that last restaurant, the one I’d never heard of or seen before but somehow knew was a combination of all the other fast food joints mixed …

The Friendzone Pt. II (Samuel Jones- Bastrop, LA)

It's my fault really,
For choosing men
Who've never had a real friend before.

I used to be offended
By how I'm the "friend," yet
They'd turn around and date trash.

Not even good trash either:
The kind that's self-contained and mostly paper,
The kind that's easy to recycle. No,

It's always that wet trash,
With no bag,
That I'd be terrified to stick my hands inside, personally. . .
The kind that attracts pests like
Rats, roaches—raccoons.
I can smell it a mile away.

---

If my best relationships ended
Because Waste Management came,
I'd be emotionally unavailable, too.

MIDNIGHT IN A HANDBAG (Ingrid Kerr~Leesville, LA)

I see you in the mirror and I like what I see
Your beautiful eyes, they tear into me
No reason to doubt, but believing your eyes
made me blind to your corroded disguise

And I don't know why
but memories, memories of your eyes.
No, I don't know why
but memories, memories.... memories, memories....

I lie awake next to you listenin' to that tainted rain
and I build the wall higher that keeps me in pain
In an insane haze of diluted dreams
even a bright burnin' candle is not what it seems

It may be safety, but to me it's hell's fire
teasin' me with all the things that I desire
But I can't have them because I deny
myself the right to ask the question 'why'

I carry my little piece of midnight, in a little white handbag
Sometimes it gets so heavy, it makes my shoulders sag
Your sunrise comes to me in forgotten ways
But that little piece of midnight always stays

Lookin' at you in a neurotic sunset
I'm driftin' through memories to when we firs…

Beauty in Pure Form (Kisha Kana-Catahoula, LA)

There is no way a love interest of hers could not fall madly in love with the version of herself that I'm lucky enough to see.
Her love of 80s music and seriousness about it.
I love when she completely lets herself go into uninhibited silliness that would never be shown to a lover.
Which is a shame because her smile, so bright as it is, is dimmed by how bright her soul shines. It's the kind of beauty that resonates in your bones.
Lovers would surely feel a rush of love seeing the girl in her pure form.
They would never leave.
I know this, because in that moment, I myself, feel in love with her.

Blog Me Forever (Adam John Schexnayder-Crowley, LA)

Behind the keyboard, I can paint you a picture with words. Eloquently draw out a sad, but true story. Love lost. Love found. Life lessons. Comedy. Horror. My canvas derives directly from the technological advances of the 21st century. No more personal than a twenty dollar hooker from the four corners. But it's all mine. For the world to see. Next time, I'll mail you my story. It'll probably get lost, but its the thought that counts. To whom it may concern: my life is not for you to judge. But for you to witness. Painted pretty on that HD LCD screen you spent my entire months paycheck on. And tomorrow, you will forget every last word and ill be but a distant memory lost in cyber space. Only to be rummaged up by some child researching online blogs for his research project. And when I'm old and grey, I'll only have the words I wrote for the world to witness. For I wrote down my thoughts, relevant or not.

Back to Life (James Leland Ludeau III-Lafayette,LA)

We had a beautiful, magical love affair
Too dumb to hold on
Too young to care
now we wake up in different beds
in different cities
and i think it's against our wishes
Baby you've got so many demons
and they all look alot like me
What have i done to you?
why have i run from you?
what a sad, beautiful, tragic end
to a love that keeps on living
despite the ignorance we've fed it along the way
and i still feel you on nights like this
you're my other half
and i feel like a train run off its track
wrecked
how do i get back to you?
back to those times when you'd count the lines around my eyes
like stars
and make wishes on them
i was the lucky one
i just didn't realize it
and as i turn around with my head all full of you
i see you on the street
and the night explodes around us
you smile and my stomach gives birth to butterflies
our eyes meet and yours look like you've finally found your home
I just want to know you better now
that i'm not obsessed with myself
and i've missed you all thi…

Two Beautiful Suicides (Tyler Hebert-Sunset, LA)

Two hearts that beat for guidance. 
no longer grieved for acceptance. 

forced to live in a stone paved society. 
They convinced themselves to deprive humanity. 

As one they would protest;  an unforgiving action. 
Their hearts gave into a solitude arrest and forgave religion. 

They wore the father in honor for all who judged. 
The  holy ghost that sailed their blood was smudged. 

They drowned together by bricks created from shame. 
For their innocent male to male love was to blame. 

They were accused of false love;  A degraded sexuality. 
Ignored screams of their lifestyle; A haunted fatality.

New Author~Ingrid Kerr

We are very excited to introduce a new contributor to Louisiana Words.  Ingrid is a beautiful, brilliant soul who produces fine work. She is a writer, song writer and musician.  And those are just some of her talents.  Welcome Ingrid!

End of Summer (James Ludeau III- Lafayette, LA)

End of summer
Watching clouds explode in the sky
Vapor
The light no longer white hot
But golden as I bask in it
I feel the glistening sweat run off of my body
And like the dreams of summer
Evaporating
I realize in this moment that I'm content
That life is a masterpiece
That nothing, even the searing heat of summer is indestructible
Everything is forced to change
Shapes shift
Seasons change
We give way to what's next
There is a beauty to time
A comfort in knowing it will not cease
We are all given a fixed number of moments to live
I close my eyes
I feel a dry, warm breeze graze my skin
The humidity has retreated
Fall beckons
Green will transition to browns and reds and oranges
And I should live my life like the leaves
Let my self be carried by the wind
To change
It's exciting knowing that nights will soon be cooler
Crisp
The smells of autumn
The crunching of leaves beneath my feet
And by the time we grow tired of the cold
Summer will return
Ripe with opportunities to create memories
I close my eyes in than…